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My private thoughts are my worst enemy
Things that shouldn’t roam my mind, do.
Eventually it becomes too much
So I open my mouth
And when I do, all my thoughts flow out
I wrote my first poem when I was young.
It was almost spirtual as if it fell off my tongue.
I couldn't believe how amazing it felt.
I was so thrilled that I could almost melt.